Poet/writer Bhuchung D. Sonam speaks to Tsering Namgyal Khortsa on his novel The Tibetan Suitcase.
I miss Lhasa where / The undulating valleys and wide open plains / Are bedecked with a garland of green meadows and trees,
True democracy is possible only when there is freedom to think and speak without fear or embarrassment, to question everything — especially the most sacred and divine things.
The XVII Karmapa was not only investigated for money laundering, Indian officials told the media that he was a “Chinese plant” simply because he is the only Tibetan reincarnate lama to be recognized by both China and the Dalai Lama.
Buddha lies hidden under a silk scarf / Tucked in a drawer at home in Lhasa
Poem by Chabdrak Phonya: Recite one Mani / Recite ten Mani / Recite one hundred, one thousand Mani
The Tibetans prided themselves on what they believed to be a unique tradition, the ‘combination of religion and politics’ (chosi zungdrel).
He did not keep silent because of fear, on the contrary, he was willing to allow me to record and make public his experience full of fear. Why?
They came to clean the streets, and what they wiped out were us Tibetans, because we are garbage in their eyes.
Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa: For years you have labored for our freedom / To realize our rights and our own kingdom
This was China’s attitude to Buddhism in the days of Mao. Why is China now after the Tibetan sun? The answer lies in history.
Each man was wearing a tall hat made from paper, and a square plank hung on his chest from the neck. On the plank were each man’s crime and a red cross. One of the men was your father.
Memories by Lodey Lhawang, mother of Jamyang Norbu, of the great scholar and poet Gedun Choephel.
An account of the participation of the writer’s mother and father in the making of the film Seven Years in Tibet.
An institutionalized system has been established with knowledge of the culture passed on more through the classroom than through living experience.
Death does not need a licence to announce itself. It is an independent agent answerable to our karma alone.
An account by Lodey Lhawang, mother of Jamyang Norbu, of her family, and a family trip in Tibet about 1927 when she was nine years old.